Nightclubbers of a certain age will recall the glory days of Three Rivers Inn, the showroom that packed ’em in during the 1960s with major stars like Jimmy Durante, Peter Lawford and Louis Armstrong, despite the fact that the supper club was in the relative backwater of Phoenix, far, far away from the swizzle sticks of Vegas lounges.

After all, her husband Robert Pujol (Fabrice Luchini) is a philandering jerk who has married into Suzanne’s late father’s umbrella business and has taken over as factory boss with a tyrannical attitude toward his employees.

1997 400-page novel, will ever see such reverent treatment by a television network, unless it pops up on Oprah Winfrey’s cable channel. In fact, it seems unlikely that Pope Joan.

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Syracuse native Dominic Ianno hangs 10 with Hollywood to help produce Soul Surfer

Machete slashes through a junk-food menu of sex and violenceFrom the box-office wreckage of a costly 2007 misfire comes an unlikely spinoff: Machete (20th Century Fox; 105 minutes; R; 2010), a wild-an

The male-deflowering, coming-ofage cinema cycle has been a reliable box-office staple, and the genre seems to always get played for laughs, especially when the world’s dorkiest guy is the movie’s focus. Add to the long list of lads-getting-laid epics The Virginity Hit.

Last year’s Cinefest 30 was winding down and everyone was in a good mood. It was a well-attended affair for the hardy movie confab, with visitors coming in from across the country.

Bruce Willis headlines an old-school cast in the espionage action-comedy Red